Poems, Volume 3T. Bedlington, 1826 |
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... turns by himself in a large unfrequented room , which he had to pass in his way back to the parlour . His com- panion , therefore , having observed that the notes of the ingenious Mr. Wakefield were not without a re- ference to the ...
... turns by himself in a large unfrequented room , which he had to pass in his way back to the parlour . His com- panion , therefore , having observed that the notes of the ingenious Mr. Wakefield were not without a re- ference to the ...
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... turn of which he had long been familiar , that the mind of his beloved relative was perhaps in as fit a state for the reception of the melancholy tidings , as , under the pressure of his calamity , it could be , the writer of this ...
... turn of which he had long been familiar , that the mind of his beloved relative was perhaps in as fit a state for the reception of the melancholy tidings , as , under the pressure of his calamity , it could be , the writer of this ...
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... turn , essay'd an air In honour of his absent fair . At length the passenger , opprest With wine , left off , and snor'd the rest . The weary bargeman too gave o'er , And hearing his companion snore , Seiz'd the occasion , fix'd the ...
... turn , essay'd an air In honour of his absent fair . At length the passenger , opprest With wine , left off , and snor'd the rest . The weary bargeman too gave o'er , And hearing his companion snore , Seiz'd the occasion , fix'd the ...
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... turns . To circumcision's bigots tell Such tales ! for me , I know full well , That in High Heav'n , unmov'd by care , The Gods eternal quiet share : Nor can I deem their spleen the cause , Why fickle nature breaks her laws . Brundusium ...
... turns . To circumcision's bigots tell Such tales ! for me , I know full well , That in High Heav'n , unmov'd by care , The Gods eternal quiet share : Nor can I deem their spleen the cause , Why fickle nature breaks her laws . Brundusium ...
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... , in his mind less tumult feel . On every side his anxious thought he turns , Restless , unfit , not knowing what to choose . And as a cistern that in brim of brass Confines 82 TRANSLATION FROM VIRGIL . Translation from Virgil -
... , in his mind less tumult feel . On every side his anxious thought he turns , Restless , unfit , not knowing what to choose . And as a cistern that in brim of brass Confines 82 TRANSLATION FROM VIRGIL . Translation from Virgil -
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ANTISTROPHE appear bard beneath boast born bosom breast breath brow Cacus call'd CALLIMACHUS companion Cowper death delight Dereham divine Dryope e'en Eartham East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fame Faunus fear fire fix'd flow'rs friendship gentle grace grove hand Happisburgh happy Hayley heart Heav'n Homer honour hope John Throckmorton Jove kind kinsman labour lady Hesketh lambs Latium length lyre magick Mary mind Mundsley Muse ne'er never night num'rous numbers nymphs o'er Olney once pain Pallas Philomela Phœbus poem poet pow'r praise prove publick quæ rest rose scarcely scene seek your home seem'd shade shore sight skies smile song soon spirits spring sweet tears thee theme thine thoughts are due THRACIAN tibi translation Twas Unwin verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE voice Weston WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wish worth write youth
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Page 113 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 248 - Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them ; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives who lives an hour Id ocean, self-upheld : And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repell'd : And ever as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried —
Page 247 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her, again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline Or courage die away; But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Page 111 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, .
Page 242 - Thy silver locks once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ; For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Page 182 - And useless powers, by whom inspired, thyself Art skilful to associate verse with airs Harmonious, and to give the human voice A thousand modulations, heir by right Indisputable of Arion's fame. Now say, what wonder is it, if a son Of thine delight in verse, if, so conjoin'd In close affinity, we sympathize In social arts and kindred studies sweet...
Page 14 - Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the past'ral house our own.
Page 214 - gan in haste the drawers explore, The lowest first, and without stop The rest in order to the top. For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right.
Page 242 - And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary! And should my future lot be cast With much resemblance of the past, Thy worn-out heart will break at last — My Mary!
Page 61 - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.